Dear Future Female Lover,

You might find my social and sexual aggressiveness intriguing and even seductive but I will say this to you… when it comes to women, I am one sadistic bitch. I want your blood, sweat and tears.

I like marks.

I like to leave marks.

I like to leave marks on your flesh.

I’m not a fan of drama unless you are whispering it to me in my ear while I have three fingers deep in your cunt. I’m not your best friend, I’m your lover so don’t expect me to listen to your troubles without paying a hefty price.

Your demise is my pleasure. I want to hear you beg. See you quiver. Feel your arousal. I promise a safe word but I guarantee we won’t stop till you scream it from your pretty lips. I want to destroy something beautiful and make you mine forever.

I will creep into your mind like a virus. I know how to fuck minds and especially yours. The virus will turn into a plague and you can’t help but wonder about what I would do to you. Do you have the stamina and strength to take me on?

Don’t talk a lot. If anything don’t talk at all. The only sounds I want to hear from you are whimpers and moans. Yes, please curse because that lets me know I’m hitting the right spot. If you talk too much, I will silence you. If you move too much, I will tie you. If you even think of asking me to do something, I will punish you.

I want to fuck you till your eyes roll back. I want to lick you till you speak gibberish. I want to inflict pain upon you till your body convulses.

I expect to use all three of your holes so do not deny me. I will use toys so accept me. I will use words so listen to me.

I have this fascination for blood and I am not lying when I said I wanted your blood. I expect you to let me draw the very life from your body. I love the taste and sight of the crimson red that beads from a fresh cut. If you can’t handle it then I suggest you find someone else.

This is not really about me so don’t expect to get me off unless I allow you. You are a toy; a plaything and I want to play. Seeing you writhe in pain and ecstasy is what gets me off more than a cheap orgasm. Your undying submission to me is the ultimate orgasm.

I love fleshy women. I want something to hold on to. Don’t give me skin and bones. I need something to grab, bruise and bite. Most of all, I want your mind. I want to take you to a dark place so you will know where I thrive.

I love lips and I love kissing. Be masterful in the art of kissing because I expect your skilled lips against mine.
Be smart.

Be a tease.

Be insatiable.

Let me choke you. Let me hurt you. Let me leave you in a quivering orgasmic mess. I promise you it will be an experience you won’t forget.

I will fuck your mind and I will fuck your body.

With Lust,
Dark Gracie

WARNING: the following is a Deviant Dreams post, read at your own risk. You can read part 1 here: Death (a snippet) and part 2 here: Death Part 2 and part 3 here: Death Part 3.

I grinned at his response and attempts at control himself. His body was tense. His cock strained against the air and my face was inches from it. I am sure he could feel me breath on it as I breathed. His chest quivered.

“Sooo pet,” I said with extra breath and watched his cock twitch and sway, twitch and sway. He sucked in a deep breath.

“I’m hooorrny.” I said with more breath as I came within an inch of his cock.

“Fuck Grace!” He blurted out and caught himself too late. His body was still.

“Problem pet?” I asked with my lips touching his cock.

“N-n-no… Grace,” he heaved from his throat.

My lips rested against the underneath of his cock near the head. My tongue slowly slipped out to barely touch his skin. I pulled my tongue back in and chuckled throwing my head back.

“You baby, are so much fun to torment,” I said with a sigh.

I slipped my body up his thigh, pressing my cunt against the meeting of his thighs. He let out an audible gasp. His cock did all the talking to his arousal. The pre-cum was now spilling down his cock with slow ooze. I pushed my cunt again and rubbed a little back and forth. He groaned and yet behaved himself as instructed. My nails started to dig into his chest. I felt wild. I felt fierce. I wanted to destroy him with sex and domination. I wanted to keep him all to myself and not let anyone else have at his submission but me. It was that “if I can’t have you, no one will” mentality. My nails broke the top layer of skin. He hissed and yet his cock strained.

“You are making me hot pet. I. Could. Fuck. You.” I said rubbing my cunt harder against his flesh.

“Please…Grace,” he sounded desperate, helpless and almost hopeless.

“How long was it this time baby?” I asked as I pulled my cunt away and grabbed his balls. His body jerked with surprise and he forced himself back against the bed staring the ceiling.

“Ung. Uh, a month Grace.” He stammered out.

“A month? My, my that’s a long time.” I said squeezing his balls harder till they were deep red.

He let out a cry in pain and his eyes bulged and yet his cock still strained. He didn’t want it to stop. No, he loved the attention I gave him because it was from me. This was more important than being left alone in my closet and neglected like a houseplant.

My body inched up more and my nails found a fresh spot on his chest to dig into. He had 8 little half moon scratches and now he was about to have 8 more. My cunt nudged his hot balls and he sucked in a lung full of air.

“Don’t get eager pet,” I sternly said.

“N-never, Grace,” he pushed out through the shudder of his body. His hands gripped the comforter on the bed. His knuckles were white and his forehead was damp.

My cunt nudged his balls again. I started to rub against him slow and calculated. I was wet and I wanted to fuck him. His cock looked like it would explode. He was breathing with a jagged breath. This is a scene we had played many times but not with such a time lapse between play. He was more than overdue.

“Want it pet?” I asked in a real low tone, almost a growl.

His chest heaved, “Yes, Grace,” he hissed between gritted teeth.

My nails found a new spot to add 8 more half moons on his chest. I moved my cunt slowly up against the shaft of his cock. He started to groan.

“Can you feel how wet I am pet?” I asked near moaning. My clit was hard and I was on edge myself. It had been too long.

“Fuck, yes, Grace” he growled.

I bit my lower lip as I climbed and my cunt was touching the head of his wet cock. I could not bear it any longer and pushed all the down engulfing his cock. His head pushed back and he gripped the comforter and pulled it up. He let out a deep and loud groan. My nails scratched along his chest in a downward angle creating bright pink roads to his stomach. His eyes were shut tight as I fucked him with no abandon. I was on a mission and I wanted to come. He was on a mission and that was not to come before told.

I rode him like a toy and he lay there motionless besides the twitching of his body or the heaving of his chest. This is what he wanted; his cock buried into my cunt. I felt my body climb. I was getting high and a sense of urgency was building. My nails dug into hallow of his stomach and as my body was about to peak I was drawing small amount of blood. He knew I was almost there.

My hands slowly moved upward and wrapped tightly around his neck. His eyes popped open but all he could see was the ceiling. I started to squeeze my grip as my body slowed it’s pace; almost there. I continued to push my weight into his neck. His hands still gripped the comforter. He didn’t fight me nor push me off him. I watched the colors change in his face. His eyes well up and bulge. His hands still stayed at his side.

“Is tonight the night?” I ask with every ounce of effort.

No response from him. His mouth was gaping for air. Soon he would black out and it would be up to me to end it. I had the power and the control. Everything slowed down to a crawl. I could feel his pulse beating in his jugular against my fingers. It was starting to slow. His was now a deep purple to blue. Yet, his cock remained hard in my cunt. I still fucked him slow as I teetered on the edge of my orgasm.

As I came I lost all control. My hands were still planted around his neck and I pushed down as I road out the long orgasm which led to another and another. His body started to spasm beneath me and I could feel his cock milking into my cunt. By now he was unconscious as I hammered at his body with my own. He was going.

When my wave of orgasms subsided I sat there on top of him staring down at him. My eyes welled up with tears. They streamed down my face before my lungs could react. I slowly moved my hands from his neck that was now heavily bruised. His eyes were empty and open still staring at the ceiling. His skin was pale and blue. It was nothing like the movies. Hollywood made death look too good or too grim. He was the empty shell of a human.

I pressed my head on his chest and listened. Nothing. My hand covered over my mouth as I cried into his chest. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him but he wasn’t there any longer. He was gone.

“I love you,” was all I could whisper from my lips into his chest.

Slowly, I slipped from on top of him. Quietly, I put my clothes back on. Carefully, I slipped the heels back on to my feet.

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I grabbed my keys from the kitchen counter.

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I opened the front door. Stepped out and started to close the door. At the last inch I hesitated and let out a small sigh as I focused on the small gape. I closed my eyes, wiped my face and shut the door all the way and locked it.

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WARNING: the following is a Deviant Dreams post, read at your own risk. 

She was lying on the ground huffing through her wet panties that I had shoved inside of her mouth. A bright red hand print was glowing under her tears. Helpless, she laid beneath me completely stripped of clothing and shaking. I lost my patience with her begging for forgiveness for coming without permission. The one rule that makes me venomous: don’t come without permission, a rather simple and easy rule to follow. However, when you tell a slut to abide by such a rule it turns into a fatal challenge. Tonight she lost the battle.

“I expect you to make this up to me.” I calmly said after I counted to ten in my head after slapping her square across the face. I straddled her legs closed hovering above her to stare into her face.

She whimpered through the black lacy panties in her mouth and nodded her head up and down. Her lips were trembling and the tears were staining her pretty white flesh. The red lipstick that she put on heavily had smeared and blended with the hand print, the mascara was starting to bleed and she still looked beautiful to me.

My face closed in on hers as I could feel the heat of my slap radiating from her cheek. I licked a stream of tears up to the corner of her eye. The whimpering started to taper and I place my lips near her ear.

“I want you to stop crying and pull yourself together my fuck doll. I want you well aware of what I am about to do to you. It is about time we make this union more official. I am going to mark you my love.” I whispered into her ear with grave seduction. I could feel her cunt press upward towards my core. I gave a throaty laugh. “Well, there is no objection and after this, no safe word for you to blurt out.”

I moved off of her to fetch my pretty shiny tools from the drawer in my room as I left her lying on the ground like a discarded object. When I returned she was exactly where I had left her. She hadn’t moved an inch. I wondered if fear was riddling her blood as she was mentally preparing for what I was about to do to her.

“Spread your legs,” I said when I reached her feet.

Her legs quickly spread for me revealing the dildo still lodged inside of her bare cunt. I sat between her open legs.

“I wonder when you became such a slut. I even wonder more at what point you decided you were going to just give in to me.” I opened the slender box and pulled my scalpel out.

She looked at me with such content and I gave her the look of love and passion. I have always wanted her and to have her was quite a prize for my patience of playing the game of cat and mouse with her.

My eyes moved back to her sopping wet cunt and her clit was still engorged. A grin formed, she wanted this and hasn’t backed down one bit. She knew if she didn’t want this she could have pulled the panties from her mouth and left me. I never restrained my sluts because I insisted on 100% obedience from them. There was essentially always a way out but that also meant the union would be dissolved.

I bent down, watched her flat stomach concave and her ribs push out. I smelled her sex and flicked her clit with my tongue. Her body convulsed and her skin started to crawl with goose bumps. I tore the alcohol prep from its packaging and starred down at her hairless cunt. I focused on my new blank canvas looking for the right spot. I rubbed the cool, smelly cloth on the right side of her cunt below the pelvic bone. Her body jerked at the sudden sensation as her head was propped up watching me work.

Steady, the scalpel was poised in my hand. Curved cuts are never fun to do in flesh since it has to be done in one consistent stroke. I knew she wanted this as she anxiously watched me. I didn’t have to ask her, I didn’t need her permission to mark her. We have talked about it over and over prior to this moment. She just never knew when it would happen.

“Stay still, you know I have to do part of this in one stroke.”

She nodded her head up and down as she attempted to calm herself, trying to prepare mentally for what was about to happen. My eyes bore into hers one last time and then I focused on my task at hand…carving a “G” into my property.

As the tip kissed her skin she breathed in and I started the beginnings of the “G”. I was accurate, quick and ached when I watched the crimson red blood seep from her fresh wound. I let her catch her breath before I made the last stroke.

“Alll-most done,” as I made the last cut.

I knew it wasn’t sanitary but I had to lick her, had to clean her wound with my tongue. I bent down catching the droplets of blood that has run away from their doorway. I licked upward tasting her sweet life on my tongue. She bucked against my tongue and hissed when I reached her “G”. When my tongue broke away from her flesh I savored her blood and swallowed her inside of me. Immediately I broke open another wipe, cleaned her up and dressed her wound. The last thing I wanted was my doll to get ugly with infection and disease.

My eyes shifted to her cunt as I saw how wet she had become since I started this ritual. I pushed in my middle finger and heard a groan in her throat then pushed in another finger, this time she yelped. I curled my fingers inside of her searching for her spot, that spot that would make her gush around my flesh. She writhed like a slut dying with lust.

“You are so beautiful when you are addicted.”

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WARNING: the following is a Deviant Dreams post, read at your own risk. You can read part 1 here: Death (a snippet) and part 2 here: Death Part 2.

“Like what you see pet?” I ask with my eyes still closed.

“Yes, Grace,” he replied quietly.

“Should I just lay here and nap while you watch or should we do something?” I asked with my eyes still closed.

There was silence. He was thinking about what the correct answer should be versus the answer he wanted to say. He chose his words wisely.

“You should nap Grace if you are tired,” he replied.

I knew he was hesitant about his response. I knew that’s not what he really wanted to say. He wanted attention. He wanted to be rewarded for being such a good pet while she was away and left him very neglected.

“Come here.” I whispered. “I want to tell you something in your ear. And if you touch any part of my body on your way up you will wish you were back in the closet and forgotten.”

“Yes, Grace,” he said.

I felt the bed shift with his weight as he carefully crawled on all fours up to my face. He was there on my right hand side and I felt his head close to my face and I opened my eyes to see the side of his face in my view.

“You poor thing,” I whispered softly, seductively and sweetly into his ear. “I am just horrible for leaving you in there like that. I should have at least paid for a sitter to come by and yet I failed to do so. Can you forgive me?”

He shook his head up and down. I brushed the outer part of his ear with the tip of my tongue and his whole body shuddered. My right hand moved and held his face and I could feel the goose bumps residing.

“What can I do. To make this right with you?” I asked slowly.

“Uh..”, was all he could push out as my nails slowly dug into his cheek and then my hand moved to his throat. In one physical act I sat up while moving my hand to his throat and pushing him on his back against the bed. I was towering over his face on all fours and resting my weight on to the right hand around his throat. I looked straight into his eyes and looked deep. There was a sense of fear and yet there was also the look of arousal from him. We had played this scene many times and he trusted me even when I would push a little too far. We pushed the boundaries but there were still boundaries. We wanted to live to fuck another day.

His eyes started to well and water. The color of his face was deepening red and I continued to stare him straight in the eyes and determining my next move. I let my right hand up to let him catch his breath.

My head neared his right ear again and I whispered, “Miss me?”

“Y-yes, Grace,” he sputtered trying to get a regular breathing pattern again.

I glanced down at his cock and it was still hard, very hard. He was enjoying the attention he was getting. He was not in any shape to walk away just yet.

“Did you behave while I was away or did you slut around looking for handouts?” I hissed in his ear.

“No Grace!” he answered sharply with a trickle of fear.

“I know how you get, I know how you want, no need attention,” I spat out.

“I-I was good Grace, I swear,” he said with conviction.
“Hm.” I pondered out loud. “Does that mean you should be rewarded for your efforts pet?”

“Th-that is up you, Grace,” He answered quietly.

“Aren’t you just spewing out the right answers tonight,” I exclaimed.

My body shifted and I moved to straddle around his knees with my hands resting on his chest. My face hovered over his cock. I could see his pre-cum puddle at the tip and near spilling over the edge.

“Don’t you dare look at me. You keep your eyes on the ceiling.” I demanded talking right at his cock.

“Yes…Grace,” he said breathlessly. He was near an orgasm.

“Don’t you fucking come without my permission. Do you understand?” I said through gritted teeth.

“Y-yes…Grace,” he breathed out slowly to control his whole body.

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Grace stared at the white porcelain of the tub. Her face started to sink below the water line, bounce back and pressed her face against the cold surface. Her thoughts were calm and his words were playing in her mind displaying vivid and disturbing images. She had read BDSM erotica before but never with a woman in the dominant role. This was all new to her and the writer was a fixation in her mind.

Paul’s words were pieced effortlessly and the pictures he painted in Grace’s mind were priceless. Her hand snaked in the luke warm water between her legs. She felt shy to be touching herself and thinking about a complete stranger but this was not the first time. However, this was a first coming from a writer of this caliber. She positioned herself as the dominant female spitting harsh and degrading words towards Paul. There was a mix of guilt and heightened pleasure as her clit was hard and pulsing at her fingertips. Could she spit in a man’s face? Could she choke a man? Could she inflict what appeared to be cruel pain on a man? The questions alone caused her fingertips to press and rub harder. It was all embedded in her conscious now and the obvious arousal from the mere thoughts answered her questions. As she pondered more of Paul’s post about this nasty woman treating him like shit and yet he was could not get enough of her, Grace came hard splashing water, gripping the side of the tub and panting.

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